Sexy Stories

Can't Win for Losing !

by MorningStar ?
Thus I entered my early twenties still a virgin of sorts. Oh the hymen was gone by then, I'd taken care of that somewhere along the way, but I'd never had a date. I was constantly too busy studying, and no guy my age wanted to ask a girl out that wore glasses or got better grades than he did in physics. I was a threat I guess. Pity really, that I lost so much time compared to other girls my age. But I made up for it once I met the man of my dreams and married him. We learned about love and sex together and we were damn fine at it too, so we thought. But like many young couples, we got into the rut of the same old thing. With babies to take care of, house work to be done, working outside the home as well, I tended to resent the fact that I couldn't be myself. I always had to be something for someone else. Needless to say, I let things go. Like my looks. I gained weight with each pregnancy and never could seem to lose it. As a result, I also lost my self esteem, something I'd had plenty of up to baby number one coming on the scene. For my own protection, I'd built a shell around myself. I wouldn't even let the husband break into it for fear of finding out how unhappy I was. As if he didn't know. Late night discussions after I was dead tired from a day's work, always ended up in me being at fault for not wanting anything to do with sex. Sound familiar to anyone? Only with time and the family getting older, did I realize I wasn't the only woman to go through this. I just hadn't learned how to deal with it correctly until the Internet came around and I started finding out that men don't mind a woman with some intellect. Imagine that!!! Same reason my husband chose me in the first place. I just didn't believe him when he told me. I needed someone else to point it out for confirmation. So as I hit the forty year mark, I was 'reborn'. I lost the weight. I flirted on the net. I found out that I could be myself and not act dumb around men and my husband reaped all the rewards. Poor guy sure deserved to after putting up with the rough years of the twenties and thirties. He even got interested in someone on here. We'd have some great sex sessions while one of us was talking to a 'friend'. As long as the kids were to bed, it's great being on the floor in front of the computer chair, giving a blow job while your spouse is having cybersex online. I love seeing how hard it is to type a complete sentence when his cock is in my mouth and my head is blocking the screen. At least I leave him two hands to type with, right? And for the most part, the cyber partner is ok with long pauses in the screen conversation, while I straddle his lap and move up and down his exposed cock. As if they could do anything about it. I've got the advantage of availability over them and I make use of it. I was so glad when those short skirts came back into style. I've got a great set of legs, even if I say so myself. I'm not real tall, but I've got a long inseam, small ankles, shapely curved calves, nicely muscled thighs and an ass that goes to ...............well you know where.....grin. When he stretches his legs out in front of the chair, I love climbing up on his lap and facing him so I can grab the back of the chair. Gives me great leverage for the slow up and down movements, (part of the reason my calves and thighs are in such good shape. I get a lot of exercise this way). Anyway, those skirts make it so easy to slip over him, cos I refuse to wear panties around the house. Heck come to think of it, I refuse to wear them at all. Makes things too hard to get at if the opportunity should arise. And things do rise up for attention when a cyber chat gets started. Now when I'm talking online, we quite often do things a little different....he loves to stand behind me and start massaging my neck and shoulders. I tend to tense up sometimes, and he knows me well enough to realize that all it takes to start pushing my magic buttons is to touch me. Slowly and softly, caressing my skin, undressing me while I 'talk' about making love to a cyber partner. Some of the guys are so good about it. They get turned on by knowing he's in the room with me, and they'll start telling him what to do. He obliges to most everything, but occasionally they're moving or typing to slow for us. He reads me well and knows when I need to slow down or when I need to cum. Love that man and his talents. Always the gentleman, he brings the towels for me to sit on. It's much easier on the furniture. You see, I'm a squirter. Not just on occasion, but every time. And I've finally learned that it's not some freak of nature for a female to be that way. So I make use of the fact every chance I can get. One time I was chatting along building the story and getting the guy hotter than hell, (or so he said), when I had my jeans unsnapped from behind and pulled off my legs. The next thing I know I'm changing the story online to what's happening behind me, where my butt is getting licked and kissed to pieces. There was a hand reaching around in front of me to cup my pussy and start working it over. Quick thrusts and jabs took over control of my juicing. He smeared the excess up my crack and the next thing I knew I was getting hammered from behind while I was getting written a story on the screen. We missed the towels that night and I had a mess on the floor to wipe up afterwards. Smile....who cared, we sure didn't, we were having fun. What's a little honey to wipe up? As we got more into being braver online, we also got interested in having a real time thing so we could expand our experiences. Problem was finding a couple who thought like we did. Amazingly, we found them closer to home than we thought and they were already friends. It only took the guys talking one day about sex to realize the four of us had a mutual need to explore some other areas of sexual pursuits, namely another couple's intimacies . Plans were made to get together in a few weeks time and see what developed. Now no matter what your brain tells you about any pre planned meeting like that, it never goes quite the way you want it to.
to be continued >>>>